The room was full of people who were dancing in dim lights, crowded, sweaty and charged with a lot of sexual energy. The air smelled like passion, the lights flickering low and sensual music playing. I knew he was here because he loved to show…
It was his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. They were maybe brown… close to green. And his body, his lean tall lanky well-chiseled body, his long torso and his huge dick that went all the way to his knees. I have flashbacks of him walking towards…
We sat in his car, and he was looking directly into my eyes as he spoke. Something was different today, still a man of few words, but I could hear the turmoil in his head, the loud thoughts. I could see him fight himself because…
Something I liked a lot about Jorge is that he always came to get me. When I was sad, when I was in need to escape or even just on a regular day. I didn’t even need to ask, he knew I loved spending time…
I told him that I wanted to sit on his face; with him in his new suit so that he knew exactly where he was headed right after the presidential inauguration luncheon at The State House.
He pulled me closer to himself and held me in a way I was the small spoon… So tight I could feel his heart beat, his chest against my back. He knows about how being held makes me feel so safe and protected and the way he puts his whole body…
